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Unibear12r
| | Posted on Wednesday, October 31, 2007 - 11:16 pm: | 
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True story Sword but I did leave out some of the details of his death in order to keep it somewhat funny. I have not thought of him in years and he just sprang to mind when I saw this thread.
About ten or twelve years ago my partner and I were riding patrol (sheriff) in Tehachapi late one nite when we pulled up to a diner on the edge of town to eat with another deputy and exploder who were out that nite. A young man was in front of the other patrol car hopping up and down looking in the window of the diner. We get out, walk up and he gets this "oh shit" look, jumps into a Horizon driven by a pretty blond gal and they get that thing hooking up pretty good out of the lot. We are thinking WTF and slowly walking in when we notice that the whole front of the other patrol car is kinda wet and yellow looking! Boring nite. So we vaulted the hand rail and tried to catch em but we had let them have too much of a head start. Now the other two guys had seen us do this so they jumped up, ran to their car and followed. They called us on the radio and we told them what we were looking for but we were not going to say why on the air. Well we met up a few minutes later and told them what was up and they got this odd look and started wringing out their mustaches and looking down at their uniforms and said something like "oh, ah, so THAT was what was coming out the vents!"
Oops our bad. |
Bill0351
| | Posted on Thursday, November 01, 2007 - 12:28 am: |
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I saw a squad get the same treatment in Madison a few summers ago.
We were all sitting on a buddies porch drinking A LOT when all of a sudden a pair of cruisers pulled up. One went into the driveway across the street and the other parked up near the corner. The cops got out and started banging on the door of a house party up the block.
You could see kids taking off from the party and cutting between houses to get away. One of the kids with more cajones than brains bellies up to the squad across from us and takes a LONG leak into the open window and finishes off on the side of the car.
The cop came back and climbed in and immediately jumped out. We were all laughing and pointing and stuff like that. The cop FREAKED! He totally thought we were the ones who did it and wanted to know who it was.
There wasn't much he could do to a bunch of 30+ year old guys who were drinking on their own property, so all his threats were met with even more laughter. I thought he was going to EXPLODE!
He threw something he got from his trunk over the seat and took off in a big rush.
It was a fun night and it makes for a good story. |
Unibear12r
| | Posted on Thursday, November 01, 2007 - 12:51 am: |
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Well, if we had known that the guy had actually hosed the car up to the vents we would have warned them discreetly and in a timely manner. |
Doerman
| | Posted on Thursday, November 01, 2007 - 01:07 am: |
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Not a BIG prank or anything, but it is always fun to reach over and flip the kill switch on my friend's bike as the light turns green. |
Thumper74
| | Posted on Thursday, November 01, 2007 - 10:44 am: |
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Last winter I was at a bar with some friends and ran into someone I knew and didn't like. I tried to let bygones be bygones, but he told me to 'f*$% off'. When I was leaving, I peed on all his door handles. It was extremely cold and froze pretty much instantly. We laughed as we imagined him driving around smelling his handles until he either washed the car or it thawed... |
Microchop
| | Posted on Thursday, November 01, 2007 - 08:55 pm: |
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Get some of the bubble wrap with the 1" bubbles and tape it to the tops of one or more tires. The crunching sound it makes when the victim drives off will stop anyone in their tracks. |
Mr_grumpy
| | Posted on Friday, November 02, 2007 - 06:18 pm: |
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I pulled into the truckstop at LeMans one night where there's a 24 hr diesel automat for trucks, but couldn't get in either lane because two rigs from the same company were parked on the pumps, the parking was packed out & all the side roads nearby too, as it's a pretty good restaurant.
Doing the sensible thing I wandered in & asked at the bar where the drivers might be & the barman pointed them out to me, I walked up to the table & asked very politely if they were indeed the drivers of the 2 trucks & they said they were, I then asked if one of them could please move so I could get fuel, to which the laughing reply was when they'd finished eating. Now I know how long it takes to eat a proper dinner & I knew that meant at least an hour, so I laughed to show I'd got the joke & then politely asked again only to be told in French where to go, the Barman who'd come over to see what was happening just grinned & shrugged. I wasn't that surprised, a lone Brit in a French truckstop, I wasn't going to get any help from that quarter.
So I went back to the pump & found that if I balanced the tractor up on the kerb the hose was long enough to reach under one of their trucks & I could fill one tank, then I had to turn round & fill the other the same way, altogether nearly an hour lost.
So to return the compliment I liberally doused the cabs of their rigs with diesel, those high speed pumps can fire a good distance.
I never saw their faces but I drove away with a warm glow of satisfaction. |
Ferrisbuellersdayoff
| | Posted on Friday, November 02, 2007 - 08:55 pm: |
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Well I got plasted with mud today as we left the parking area. My friend Eric has aV8 ram pick up with some mud terrain tires, and he likes to spin them in the loose dirt and mud. well as i followed him out to the main road he nailed it in a mud hole and gave my ranger a nice thick coat of earth. So I called him up about 15 minutes ago and said "Hey man i got some good news and bad news. Good news is that none of this shit in the bad news is my fault, nor is coming out of my pocket. But heres the bad news; That mjud you soaked me with and tore off like a bat out of hell... Well there was a great big fat rock in there. And then it decided to make a nice hard landing on my windshield." As he cussed himself out, groaned, and apologized I cut him off. "Wait buddy it gets better, As soon as I as on the interstate going home a polite old Sheriff wrote me a happy $90 ticket for having a busted windshield. Now the good side of knowing people means my neighbor said he can replace the windsheild for $110. Because yy truck has some kind of super saftey glass thats the lowest he can get me a windsheild for without making any profit." Well this whole story i just gave him was the biggest stinkiest crock of sh!t I ever made up! He dreadfully told his wife what i had said because she asked him what was wrong. Well after she said something I got his attention back and told him i was messing with him. He sounded like he was laughing and crying at the same time. His wife was laughing at him too and he started telling us both what the letters "F" "O" meant.
We both agreed to not rooster tail each other ever again.
See? pranks can have an amicably happy ending! |
Vortec57
| | Posted on Friday, November 02, 2007 - 10:14 pm: |
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In high school we of course had our little cliques of car guys that hung out in the different parking lots, did a lot of bench racing and every now and then we'd actually go run a little late night back road drag race.
In the "other" clique was a kid who had a rusted out long box chevy truck that he thought was THE fastest thing ever. So fast, he even fashioned a hood scoop from scrap aluminum he found. The scoop was pretty stupid, stood about a foot tall and looked more like a mailbox than anything.
Needless to say we didn't like him much. A guy in our group lived out of town and on a wednesday morning heading to school ran over a possum. Friday night that possum was still on the side of the road and starting to stink.
He brought it into town and we cruised the strip till we found the mailbox chevy parked with nobody around. Stuck the possum in the scoop and drove off laughing.
After a few more laps around the strip we noticed the truck was gone, but the possum was laying in the parking lot.
He picked it up again and we hauled it around until we once again found the mailbox chevy, stuffed it in and drove off.
This went on about 5 different times that night. Finally the kid with the chevy must have taken the possum with him or thrown it away in a trash can as we couldn't find it anymore.
After that weekend, any roadkill we could find went into the scoop on that truck. |
Xb9ser
| | Posted on Saturday, November 03, 2007 - 12:05 am: |
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When my brother got married I put sardines on his motor and a can under the seat. 3 weeks later I finely took the ones out from under the seat. Vasaline on wipers was common to do.A good one to do was to pull coil wire out of distibiter and put in a cig. butt and replace coil wire.Hard to find as all wires are in place.If the person was not a car geek switch the coilwire and 1 sparkplug wire, it only hits on 1 cylinder.A frind of mine in high school had a girl open her car door and chiped his paint and he removed all 4 valve cores and threw them away.a real hard one to find on chevy with points was to remove rotor button and turn 180 degrees. |
Bombardier
| | Posted on Saturday, November 03, 2007 - 04:39 am: |
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A mate of mine used to travel to work in a lifted four wheel drive and one of his fellow workers would tailgate the shit out of him in his lowered Holden sedan. This went on for about 3 months until it got the better of him.
On the way to work he spotted a dead kangaroo just on the edge of the road and, having a lot of ground clearance, swerved and drove over the top of it. All ok for him but the ass bandit behind him took out the whole front end of his pride and joy, busted the radiator and had to walk the remaining couple of kilometres to work.
Has not tailgated to this day. |
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